I spent most of the Christmas break with the terrible cold that’s going around (which was also my Christmas gift to Doc, who’s sick now, too). Christmas with two families doesn’t allow for a lot of staying home and sleeping, but we powered through.
The view from the couch, where we spent most of the last four days.
Plans for a fancy champagne risotto on Christmas Eve were scrapped for takeout. (Champagne happened anyway.)
Someone passed out on Christmas night, in a blankey fort, with his new toy, holding his own paws (!).
By Saturday afternoon I was feeling recovered enough to get off the couch and get some sewing done.
(And yes, today’s post title is another strange Christmas song, courtesy of Gayla Peevy.)